Old Fashion

In a world of texting, internet, Twitter and all, sometimes it is nice to go back to an old fashion way.

Sculpted Heart

There's a hole in my heart where yours once laid. Whether you left for what you thought was my own good or for your own, I do not know. Whatever the why, there is a hole in my heart where yours once laid. You are growing, unfolding, and finding your dance. Answering the prayer I breathed with every breath - that you might be whole and happy.

And on the day when infinity arrived, just days after the gift of soft,  I simply wanted to say, 'thank you.' You graced my life, and your presence truly made me blessed. There is, yes, a hole in my heart, where tears, like droplets of dew glimmer, beyond the sun's reach to dry, pool and gather rippling like the leaves dancing in the wind. Infinity. Still. 

There is a hole in my heart where yours once laid. Or maybe what was once stone has simply been sculpted into a work of art. Beauty. Grace. Softness. Sharing. Or maybe even simply the imprint of knees left when an angel knelt upon my heart's hearth to plant an eternal seed of love. Infinity. Grace. Simple truths of soft.

Heart Binding

In Honoring the Gifts I leave simple whispers of gratitude. May their simpleness never betray the wonder and awe of the gifts given.  To say simply  'thank you for the day that brought the night' binds the heart to the path of every gifted  breath. Sweet Hands of Life, I say thank you.

If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is thank you, it will be enough.

Meister Eckhart